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The Moon Still Says I Love You

For Frank Stanford

 

Is that the way it is

 

three stars from a .32 burning

right down your boulevard

 

spray paint sizzling

into Styrofoam

 

what would you

ask of us

 

why

 

did we need to know your hair

isn’t so different than blue jay feathers

 

curling in flames

I would have loved to touch

 

your elbow

as those ten fingers full of gibbous moons

 

clacked the keys on to the end

of the line

 

did you hear the air crack open

parcels washing up against the white

 

or did forever begin

with the guy barb-wired

 

to a makeshift mast afloat on the Mississippi

 

Photo Credit: Mhy via Creative Commons

About the author

Mick Kennedy teaches creative writing, composition and literature at Elizabethtown Community and Technical College in Elizabethtown, KY where he founded and is editor of The Heartland Review. In 2016, he began The Heartland Review Press.
His poetry has appeared in New Southerner, Iron Horse Literary Review, War, Literature & the Arts, The Louisville Review, Pikeville Review, Cut-Thru Review, Willow Review, Indiana English, Pegasus, Mid-West Poetry Review, Old City Cool, decomP, Skylark, PoetryRepairs.com, Windless Orchard, IUS Review, Poets Pen Quarterly, and Reaching the Summit.

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